RIP, Randy Jackson.

And so it begins.
Two weeks ago I told you we were getting fish.  This week three teeny, tiny, little non-fish called Zebra Danios were added to the water. The Man said he'd start with a few inexpensive fish to "get the tank established", so he brought home Larry, Darryl and Darryl.  It seems that of the three, Larry is the only one with the teeny, tiny fish guts to break from his cohorts and brave the doorways of Castle Rohan.  Darryl and Darryl, more chicken than fish, are inseparable. They follow each other around like they've got magnets inside them.  I know, I know.  They're schooling fish.  That's what they're supposed to do.  Still...

I really thought we'd lose Darryl first.  I figured that one of them would wander too far from the other and die from separation anxiety.  I was wrong.  All three are still swimming.

Today, The Man brought home five Neon Tetras and a snail.   We have yet to see the snail put anything outside of its shell, so I cannot confirm that it is actually alive, but the Tetras are...with one exception.  

After his initial release into the tank, Randy Jackson became disoriented and listless as he caught himself in the filter's output current over and over again.  The Man knew the end was near, and he took the net out and scooped Randy from the water.  As he flushed him away, he offered these parting words:

 "I don't want you contaminating my tank, Dawg."

(So touching. *tear*)


*makes note on Death Toll Clipboard* 

 2/18/12  RIP, Randy Jackson.